As Urdnot Grunt went spelunking down into an old Krogan war bunker, he stumbled across a glowing orange gemstone. He set his M-300 shotgun aside and knelt down, picking the shimmering gem up and examining it closely in the ambient confines of the old bunker. The gemstone began to glow brighter and brighter, eliciting a curious grunt from the tank-bred Krogan. His jaw widened in surprise, which given the nature of Krogan, was an extremely rare sight. What seemed like living fire burst out from the gemstone and coiled upwards before expanding out rapidly into the torso, arms, and head of a Charr; his mane licked at the air as if it were on fire. The Charr had piercing molten eyes and a gray V marked across his chest.
"Who... are you?" Grunt seemingly mumbled, awestruck at the sight, his mouth still agape.
"Verask Roland" the Charr replied, his voice was harsh and wild like fire, those shifting molten eyes staring down over the Krogan. Verask's lips curled into a slow grin, something that unnerved the Krogan as he began to reach for his M-300 shotgun. "I don't care about your name but.. you look pretty tough for the job, you'll do!" the ghastly Charr sneered.
"Wha-" Grunt was cut off as Verask surged toward his mouth, diving right in and pouring himself into the stunned Krogan. Verask's influence was overpowering, leaving Grunt little choice but to gradually submit as more and more of the Charr poured down his throat and into his very being, seizing control of the powerfully armored Krogan.
Grunt's body brought the rest of Verask down with a hard GULP before shuddering and slumping his head over, still standing upright. After a minute his right hand twitched and fingers curled into a tight fist. The alien's head lifted up, eyes opening to not the charming blue eyes he was given by Warlord Okeer, but piercing molten orange eyes much like Verask's. The Krogan had knelt down and scooped up the shotgun that he was reaching for earlier, a dominant smirk plastered across his face. He slung the shotgun over his shoulder as he brought his other arm up into a tight flex, bulging out those genetically enhanced muscles.
"Perfect" Verask spoke in Grunt's much deeper voice. "I'm lookin' GOOD now~" he laughed to himself as he stared down at his arm, clenching his fist tighter to watch the bicep bulge with raw power. He looked down over his armored toes and wiggled them in their boots, shrugging and grumbling lowly to himself. "No time for that yet, Verask.. your time will come for that soon enough.." he snickered once more in that oh so unfamiliar voice of a whole different species. His molten eyes gazed around the facility with a grin on his face. He took a step forward, getting used to the new body. One leg in front of the other, hips swaying back and forth to show off that armored Krogan booty to an audience that wasn't there.
"Alright.. I think I got this movement thing down" he smirked and brought his shotgun down into both hands, aiming at an old terminal and pulling the trigger with a loud, resounding BOOM. The possessed Krogan laughed wickedly at the sheer power behind the blast and the terminal that now lay in tiny, smoldering chunks. "HAH! These things are better than Charr guns!" he licked his lips, resisting the temptation to fire off another shot as he now set off outside of the bunker to the war-torn land of Tuchanka.
"Heh..heh..heh..." he rumbled in a traditional Grunt laugh and folded his arms over his armored chest, digging through Grunt's memories and finding the clan he was in and its leader. "Urdnot Wrex huh? Not for much longer~" with that, the molten-eyed Krogan set off for Urdnot clan grounds, bringing his arms up into a hard flex as he looked over his powerful muscles. "Hrmph.. I quite like this body, I'll make sure the kid is loyal to me though heh.. gonna have lots of fun with you, Urdnot Grunt~" he teased his slumbering host as he sunk the gemstone down the front of his armor and into it for safekeeping.
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"Who... are you?" Grunt seemingly mumbled, awestruck at the sight, his mouth still agape.
"Verask Roland" the Charr replied, his voice was harsh and wild like fire, those shifting molten eyes staring down over the Krogan. Verask's lips curled into a slow grin, something that unnerved the Krogan as he began to reach for his M-300 shotgun. "I don't care about your name but.. you look pretty tough for the job, you'll do!" the ghastly Charr sneered.
"Wha-" Grunt was cut off as Verask surged toward his mouth, diving right in and pouring himself into the stunned Krogan. Verask's influence was overpowering, leaving Grunt little choice but to gradually submit as more and more of the Charr poured down his throat and into his very being, seizing control of the powerfully armored Krogan.
Grunt's body brought the rest of Verask down with a hard GULP before shuddering and slumping his head over, still standing upright. After a minute his right hand twitched and fingers curled into a tight fist. The alien's head lifted up, eyes opening to not the charming blue eyes he was given by Warlord Okeer, but piercing molten orange eyes much like Verask's. The Krogan had knelt down and scooped up the shotgun that he was reaching for earlier, a dominant smirk plastered across his face. He slung the shotgun over his shoulder as he brought his other arm up into a tight flex, bulging out those genetically enhanced muscles.
"Perfect" Verask spoke in Grunt's much deeper voice. "I'm lookin' GOOD now~" he laughed to himself as he stared down at his arm, clenching his fist tighter to watch the bicep bulge with raw power. He looked down over his armored toes and wiggled them in their boots, shrugging and grumbling lowly to himself. "No time for that yet, Verask.. your time will come for that soon enough.." he snickered once more in that oh so unfamiliar voice of a whole different species. His molten eyes gazed around the facility with a grin on his face. He took a step forward, getting used to the new body. One leg in front of the other, hips swaying back and forth to show off that armored Krogan booty to an audience that wasn't there.
"Alright.. I think I got this movement thing down" he smirked and brought his shotgun down into both hands, aiming at an old terminal and pulling the trigger with a loud, resounding BOOM. The possessed Krogan laughed wickedly at the sheer power behind the blast and the terminal that now lay in tiny, smoldering chunks. "HAH! These things are better than Charr guns!" he licked his lips, resisting the temptation to fire off another shot as he now set off outside of the bunker to the war-torn land of Tuchanka.
"Heh..heh..heh..." he rumbled in a traditional Grunt laugh and folded his arms over his armored chest, digging through Grunt's memories and finding the clan he was in and its leader. "Urdnot Wrex huh? Not for much longer~" with that, the molten-eyed Krogan set off for Urdnot clan grounds, bringing his arms up into a hard flex as he looked over his powerful muscles. "Hrmph.. I quite like this body, I'll make sure the kid is loyal to me though heh.. gonna have lots of fun with you, Urdnot Grunt~" he teased his slumbering host as he sunk the gemstone down the front of his armor and into it for safekeeping.
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Urdnot Grunt © Mass Effect/Bioware
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